Stele Prophecy Pentalogy Series Description
A series of five stories run the gamut of emotional themes: struggling with anger, the desire to belong, one seeking destiny, complicated love, and being blinded by pride. Each cleverly crafted story demonstrates unbelievable technology where the earthly and divine merge into an amazing and unforgettable future.
Kalem lives through the death of his brother by the hand of the King which occurred when he was very young. Now that he is older and can act, he is emotionally torn between his anger over his brother’s death and the love he is finding in someone who supports the King. Two prophecies stand before him. The one he wholeheartedly believes in places his life in danger just as it had for his brother. The other is safer but requires him to live a lie. How can he choose which direction to take? Yet he must choose before his fate is sealed.
Edvin experiences heartbreak during troubled times as his sister-in-law loses her unborn baby and his girlfriend dies from plane crash injuries. Yet he is not the only one. Thousands around the globe experience the same events happening in their lives and to their loved ones. How can he make sense of the apocalyptic world in which he now lives? Yet an unexpected destiny awaits him.
Ya’akov gets approved for a once-in-a-lifetime adventure, but he gets caught in a nightmare of manipulation and deceit, which ultimately leaves him abandoned at sea not remembering who he is or how he got there. Despite such a start, he finds a destiny greater than anything he had ever dreamed possible.
Princess Me’ira breaks protocol and falls in love with someone not vetted by prescribed law. Her decision will yield unpreventable heartache to either herself or to those closest to her. While unknown to her, the decision she makes sets a future in motion she could never have anticipated.
Janet discovers how to increase teleporter efficiency to an all-time high, but her work is rejected by the King. Her selfish pride sets in motion a plan of revenge that has devastating consequences far greater than she ever imagined.
Each story is stand-alone, yet they all intertwine into a unique whole that paints a picture of a future time in which we may all find ourselves one day.
The Stele Prophecy Pentalogy Series is available at Amazon.
Author: Randy C. Dockens
Publisher: Carpenter’s Son Publishing
Publication Date: 01-Feb-2019
Pages: 450
Genre: Christian Fiction
After Kalem
lives through the death of his brother by the hand of the King which
occurred over a decade ago, he is now torn. Two prophecies stand before
him. The one he wholeheartedly believes in places his life in danger
just as it had for his brother. The other is safer but requires him to
live a lie.
Kalem, an archaeologist, has unearthed steles which tell of a prophecy
about a coming Overtaker who will oust the current king and bring
everyone total freedom avoiding a coming apocalypse. He becomes close to
Angela, the woman supposedly the key to fulfilling this stele prophecy,
desires a romantic relationship with her, but is hesitant to act on his
feelings. Her belief in the current king takes Kalem down an
alternative view of the prophecy where the current king will bring
everyone into an even better future home after saving all from
annihilation. Can Kalem exonerate his brother and bring the justice he
had always dreamed of? Or will he find his life is being manipulated to
prevent the true prophecy from being fulfilled? Unfortunately, he finds
deception in places he never would have suspected.
Mercy of the Iron Scepter is the first book of a new biblical end times
prophecy series entitled Stele Prophecy Pentalogy by futuristic fiction
author Randy C Dockens. This is not your typical speculative fiction
novel about biblical end times prophecy as it combines bible prophecy
with futuristic advances in science to describe a future home that is
agrarian but also technologically advanced, like citizens using a
teleporter. Plus, it provides a romantic read with a little tension
added in to make it interesting.
Mercy of the Iron Scepter is available at Amazon.
Book Excerpt:
Excerpt from Chapter 20:
After
dessert, Melana excused herself, and Peter offered to escort her home.
Shortly after, Ilana and Robert left together. Kalem and Angela stayed a
little longer, but after a short time, Angela said she had to return
home; Kalem offered to walk her. They said their goodbyes.
Kalem and Angela walked in silence. Kalem could tell something was on her mind, but didn’t know what or how to ask.
“Kalem, can we go somewhere and talk?”
“We can talk as we walk, can’t we?”
“Yes, but I have a feeling this may take a while. Ilana and Robert may be at the apartment. Why don’t we go to the Overlook?”
Kalem looked at her with furrowed brow. “OK.” They turned at the next
block, toward the temple complex, and then turned south toward the
Overlook. “Is something wrong, Angela?”
“No. But I feel we dance around our feelings for each other, and I would like to clear the air.”
Kalem swallowed—hard. He hoped this wouldn’t mean an end to their relationship. His palms became clammy.
“I’m sorry, Kalem. If I sound like I’m defensive or hurt, I’m not. We
see each other so infrequently. When we do, it seems we start to make a
connection and, once again, you’re off on another adventure. We don’t
communicate beyond surface stuff until we see each other again, and then
it all starts over. I would like to know how you feel and where we
stand. I don’t have any expectations. Your friendship is important to
me.”
They turned the corner and arrived at the Overlook. Kalem motioned for
Angela to sit next to him. He gazed at her. My, she is so beautiful. Why
can’t I commit? After a while, she said, in a soft tone, “What?”
“The night lights make your hair glisten—and you look almost angelic.”
Angela smiled. “Well, that’s a nice start.”
Kalem smiled back and cleared his throat. “Angela, to be honest, I’ve
been attracted to you from day one. I felt guilty, you being younger.
Also, you’re so tight with Peter, who’s my nephew. It all felt . . . a
little uncomfortable.”
“Well, I can understand that. But I’m only four years younger. Yes, it
made a difference when we first met, but I’m now twenty, which makes
both of us in our twenties. Is that too far apart? I don’t think Mom and
Mik’kel would complain over our age difference when their ages are so,
so . . . so much wider.”
Kalem laughed. “In comparison to Raina and Mik’kel, our birthdays are
identical.” Kalem paused and became more serious. “I get that, but
you’re part of the family—”
“Kalem, I’m not part of the family. Yes, I love them . . . desperately.
Raina is the only mom I remember. From an emotional standpoint, we are
family, but not by blood. There’s nothing taboo about us having feelings
for each other, if that’s where you’re going.”
“But the perception is there.”
“Don’t confuse perception with reality. I don’t think anyone, or anyone
who matters, would care if we became serious. But there’s another issue
we need to discuss.”
“Oh?” Kalem’s voice got softer. “There’s something else I need to overcome?”
“No.” Angela matched his softer tone. “It’s something I have to decide
how to deal with. Kalem, I really, really like you. I know that makes
you uncomfortable, but I want to put it all on the line here. There’s a
bigger issue than feeling you’re falling for your nephew’s sister.”
Kalem
looked at Angela. She didn’t hold his gaze. He could now feel every
thud of his heartbeat—knowing he was about to hear something he didn’t
want to hear.
“Kalem, I’ve accepted our King as both my Lord and my future hope. You may have accepted him as your Lord, but not as the one to secure your future. That’s a big deal to me.”
She looked back into his eyes; he continued to stare into hers.
“Kalem, please say something.”
She reached out and put her hand on his. He didn’t move—couldn’t move.
He finally took a deep breath, took Angela’s hand, and spoke while
running his fingers over hers. “Angela, I don’t know what to say. I also
really, really like you.”
He looked up and gave a weak smile. “I admit I did feel weird about
that. So many things have proven strange for me. When I met the King, he
turned out to be totally different from what I expected. Actually . . .
” Kalem gave a short laugh. “Very different from what I expected. I’ve
been involved with the steles for so long, maybe it’s all scrambled my
brain. I don’t know.”
He gave a short shrug. “I’ve thought many times about why I can’t accept
the King as the hope for my future. But there’s something there. I
can’t explain it or put my finger on it.”
Kalem forced another smile. “Robert told me once how I have to know the
outcome before I’m willing to commit to something. Robert said I can
never know what it’s like being connected to the King in the special way
he’s connected to those who accept him, until I put my trust in him. I
want to commit to him and to you, but I can’t—not yet, anyway.”
Angela’s eyes grew wet with tears.
Kalem felt so guilty, but at the same time, he needed to be honest. “Angela, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He let go of her hand, and didn’t know what to do next.
“Sorry, Kalem. I didn’t mean to cry. I don’t understand.” Angela choked up again.
“I don’t know how to explain it, Angela. I hope I can, one day. I have
to know about the prophecy on these steles first. Once I know their
message, I think I can understand . . . things.”
Angela became teary again. “And what if you never understand?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to lose you as a friend, though.”
Tears trickled down Angela’s cheeks. “You only want to be friends?”
“No. No, that’s not what I meant.”
Kalem looked at her, his heart almost breaking, knowing he was causing
her pain. He took her hands in his again and rubbed his fingers over
hers. His voice became low and hushed. “Angela, you said accepting the
King as my future hope is important to you. I understand that, but I
can’t make such a step—yet. I can’t disrespect you and pretend so we can
be together. That wouldn’t be fair.”
Angela nodded, but the tears kept flowing. “Can I at least have a hug?”
“Oh, Angela, yes. Yes, of course.” Kalem held her in his arms; she
sobbed and his eyes watered. “I’m sorry, Angela. I’m so sorry.”
He hoped she felt his love for her in his embrace. He knew she wouldn’t
give in, and he wouldn’t want her to, but neither could he. Not yet. After several minutes, she stopped sobbing and pulled away from his shoulder.
“I think I’m better now.” She gave a weak smile and sniffled between words. “Can you walk me home?”
Kalem helped her up and held her close. This was odd. They had
essentially broken up—or had they, if they were never officially
together? At the same time, he felt closer to her than ever. He
continued to hold her close to him as they walked to her apartment.
Along the way, he said, “Angela, I do care for you.”
“I know,” was all Angela whispered in return.
Title: Promised Kingdom
Author: Randy C. Dockens
Publisher: Carpenter’s Son Publishing
Publication Date: March 19, 2019
Pages: 379
Genre: Christian Fiction
As Edvin discovers his sister-in-law losing her unborn baby and his girlfriend dying from plane crash injuries, he learns the exact same experience is happening to others around the globe.
Edvin’s deepest desires crumble before him: wanting to get into Swedish Special Forces and marry the girl of his dreams. All that seems hopeless now amid all the Revelation times chaos happening around him. A new type of leader emerges who has great personal skills and ideas in how to bring the world together again, better than ever. Edvin's future begins to look up as he is recruited into the new elite world forces unit under this leader and becomes his trusted ally. Edvin even has a romantic encounter again, which turns serious but must remain hidden as he finds she is part of a targeted group of people this new leader turns against. Edvin finds his new leader darker in personality than he realized and soon finds himself on this leader's enemy list. Can Edvin, his family, and friends survive through all the continuing chaos happening around them and against this leader he once called a friend? Or will heartache find him once again?
Promised Kingdom, the first prequel to Mercy of the Iron Scepter, is the second book of a new biblical end times prophecy series entitled Stele Prophecy Pentalogy by futuristic fiction author Randy C Dockens. This is not your typical speculative fiction novel about Christian end times fiction as described in Revelation depicting a future home as it also combines other Bible prophecies presenting a cohesive chronological view of biblical prophecy that feels realistic in its presentation. Plus, it presents a romantic read showing how love gives strength to persevere through chaotic times.
Promised Kingdom is available at Amazon.
Book Excerpt:
Excerpt from Chapter 24:
Edvin looked around. He saw the Ziggurat of Knowledge in the distance. How did I get here?
He walked toward the ziggurat but came to a pit with smoke coming out
of it. He peeked over the edge but could see no bottom. More and more
smoke came from the pit and rose into the sky. He heard a noise coming
from the pit which grew louder and louder, sounding like an advancing
army. Edvin saw a swarm of something rising. As they exited the pit,
Edvin stumbled and fell backwards. Lopions—thousands of them—flew from
the pit into the sky. He heard a voice coming from somewhere, but
nowhere. Go. Possess your counterpart. Target those without my seal. Harm not the earth—only those who refuse the truth.
Edvin stared in amazement as so many exited the pit. One flew out of the
pit, turned, and headed straight toward him. He stood back up and
walked backwards. The lopion kept coming towards him. He turned and ran.
He could hear the lopion gaining ground on him. Edvin knew the pain
which awaited him. His heart raced with the adrenaline surge, and sweat
from the anxiety bled through his shirt. He glanced back. It was almost
on him. He ran with all his might. He glanced back again. It was landing
on his shoulder. He waved his hand over his shoulder frantically trying
to prevent it from landing. When he looked ahead, he came to an abrupt
stop. The lopion touched him and vanished.
Before him stood one of the most hideous creatures he had ever seen. It
appeared black as midnight with highlights of deep purple. The body
looked like a horse but had a lion’s head breathing out dark smoke. Its
tail seemed to have a mind of its own. It moved more like a snake rather
than the tail of a horse. The smell of sulfur coming from the creature
was pungent and thick. It became difficult to breathe. Is this what Ranata had seen?
The
veins in Edvin’s neck were throbbing with the beat of his heart. He
wanted to run, but his body seemed to be transfixed in place. The
creature slowly turned towards him. Its deep black eyes locked with his
and it slowly advanced toward him. Although his feet felt like stone, he
backed away from the advancing creature. He heard the voice again. Go. Kill. Target those who refuse the truth.
The creature kept advancing toward Edvin more and more quickly. Edvin
didn’t know what to do except try and run even though he knew escape was
impossible. He turned, but again stopped short. There stood Ranata. Her
pale complexion, expressionless face, and empty stare made Edvin
shudder. The index finger of her outstretch hand pointed directly at
him.
“You, Edvin. You knew the truth and didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Edvin’s voice caught in his throat; regret sinking into his soul. “I . .
. uh . . . Ranata. I’m . . . I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears formed and
trickled down his cheeks. He reached out to her, but she remained
resolute in her hard stare and pointing finger.
“You killed me, Edvin.”
Edvin shook his head; his vision blurred with tears. “No, Ranata. No.”
“You knew the truth but didn’t tell me. You. It was you who killed me.”
Edvin’s heart sank and he felt as heavy as concrete. Is she right? Is it my fault?
“Edvin. Edvin.”
The voice was not coming from Ranata. It also wasn’t the looming voice from before. It seemed to be from far away. He felt his body being shaken.
“Edvin. Wake up. You’re dreaming. Can you hear me?”
Edvin opened his eyes. Slowly the form of Elsbeth came into focus. He grabbed her and hugged her tightly.
“Edvin, are you OK?”
Edvin released his grip. “I’ve never had such a horrible nightmare.”
Title: Hope Renewed
Author: Randy C. Dockens
Publisher: Carpenter’s Son Publishing
Publication Date: September 17, 2019
Pages: 265
Genre: Christian Fiction
After
Ya’akov gets approval for a once-in-a-lifetime adventure, he gets
caught in a nightmare of manipulation and deceit, ultimately leaving him
abandoned at sea not remembering who he is or how he got there.
Ya'akov has forgotten he is the first person born into this once future
home, now called the King’s Promised Kingdom, and is destined to become
the first priest of the kingdom. His dissatisfaction and disillusionment
with his prescribed destiny are what puts him on this adventure
encouraged by the King for him to gain perspective. He is rescued by a
family who takes care of him while he recovers. As he rediscovers
himself, he gains a new perspective on his life and on what true love
means. Yet, if his memory returns, will he remember his bitter outlook
on life, or keep his renewed perspective and the hope he has gained?
Will he now embrace his destiny or abandon it all together?
Hope Renewed, the second prequel to Mercy of the Iron Scepter, is the
third book of a new biblical end times prophecy series entitled Stele
Prophecy Pentalogy by futuristic fiction author Randy C Dockens. This is
not your typical speculative fiction in a biblical end times novel as
it combines prophecy of biblical future worship practices with advances
in science to describe a future home that is technologically advanced
providing a science fiction feel to the story. Plus, it presents a
romantic read as it shows how love needs truth to make it grow and have
purpose.
Hope Renewed is available at Amazon.
Book Excerpt:
Excerpt from Chapter 18:
As they walked on, they passed Kowhai trees with their beautiful golden
yellow flowers as well as rata trees with their flowers showing off a
brilliant crimson. They also passed meadows sprinkled with a variety of
colorful wildflowers, such as verbena, which in some places were a sea
of purple amid green grass. Other colors were the vibrant orange of
Indian cress, the soft blue of periwinkle, and the sparkling white of
white clover. Hadassah picked several flowers along the way. Each had an
exotic fragrance, especially when mixed in a bouquet.
After a while, Hadassah left the narrow path and headed across a meadow,
through some lemonwood, and settled next to a stream. Before them in
the valley below was the city of New Auckland. It was a lovely spot for a
picnic, but Ya’akov would have considered anywhere a lovely spot as
long as Hadassah was present.
Hadassah spread a red ocher blanket with specs of blue and green
throughout on the grass and sat facing the city below. Ya’akov sat next
to her. She pulled some glasses and sparkling cider from her basket and
poured them each a glass. Next she took out some bread, cheese, pears,
and kiwifruit. They ate casually while they talked and took in the
scenery.
“You mentioned Jerusalem,” Ya’akov said. “Do you go there often?”
Hadassah nodded and took a sip of cider. “My dad operates out of the
Jerusalem Science Center and assists various Shepherds in their
teaching, helping keep them up to date on new technology and how to
teach people more effectively. I assist him and the Shepherds—mainly
teaching children.” She smiled. “They’re so adorable.” She pointed to
the city below. “My uncle is a Shepherd here in New Auckland, but he
travels throughout New Zealand.”
“Is everything here preceded by the word new?” Ya’akov asked with a smile.
Hadassah almost choked on a piece of bread as she laughed at the same time.
Ya’akov patted her on her back as she recovered from coughing. He bent
over to get her attention with his eyes. “Are you all right? Sorry. I
guess that was bad timing on my part.”
Hadassah waved her hands. “No, no. I’m fine. It just struck me as
funny.” She pointed back to the city. “From the way it’s been explained
to me, this part of New Zealand, the North Island, was shaped somewhat
like a boot. Auckland was on the toe of that boot. But during the
pre-Refreshing time of geologic upheaval, the rise in ocean levels and
the activity of the volcanoes here buried the city. After the King
initiated the Refreshing, people here built this city again and named it
New Auckland.”
Ya’akov nodded.
“But to fully answer your question . . . ” She smiled. “No, not all cities begin with the word new.”
Ya’akov leaned back on his elbows and sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
Ya’akov looked at her and then toward the city. “You know so much about
everything. I know nothing about anything. I feel like I’m a blank-page
journal sitting next to an encyclopedia.”
Hadassah laughed but then quickly put her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
Ya’akov chuckled. “I wasn’t offended. In a sad way, it is kind of funny.”
“So, no memories at all have come back?” She passed him more cheese.
Ya’akov shook his head as he took a bite. He looked at Hadassah and smiled. “I’ve greatly enjoyed the company, though.”
Hadassah’s gaze met his. “So have I.”
Ya’akov grinned. “So you like blank pages, do you?”
“Of course. You can turn them into anything you want.”
Ya’akov gave a look of mock shock with mouth open. Hadassah laughed again.
“You think I’m going to let you get away with that?” he asked.
Hadassah looked at him sternly. “I do.” She couldn’t keep a straight face, and it quickly turned into a smile.
Ya’akov reached for her, but she quickly rolled away from him and jumped
to her feet. Ya’akov reacted and also bounded to his feet. She was
already several meters ahead, running toward the stream, giggling the
whole way.
Ya’akov gained on her, but before he could reach her, she leapt across a
few stones, turned, bent down, and splashed Ya’akov with water as he
arrived at the stream’s edge.
He yelped in a bit of shock. The water was cold, and it took him off
guard, forcing him to stop dead in his tracks, arms outstretched.
Hadassah laughed. Ya’akov got a wicked grin on his face. He bent down
and splashed her back. She gave a little squeal, laughed, and ran away.
Ya’akov stood to run after her. He attempted to leap across the same
stones as Hadassah had, but his foot slipped, and he fell headlong into
the stream at the same moment he saw Hadassah turn.
Ya’akov stood up sputtering, spraying water out of his mouth, and
slinging his hands. Hadassah fell on the grass laughing. Ya’akov looked
at her and also laughed. He waded from the water and plopped down next
to her. “You win.”
She laughed even more. She took her sleeve and wiped his forehead and
cheeks. “That will teach you.” Her eyes met his and they both froze. He
leaned in. She didn’t move. His lips touched hers, and he tasted kiwi.
He leaned in further and she kissed him back. He made the kiss last
longer and then pulled his lips from hers. Her gaze darted between his
eyes and over his face. He pulled back a bit and whispered. “I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have done that.”
She ran her hands over his temples. “I wasn’t exactly resisting.”
Ya’akov smiled, put his hands on hers, and pulled them down. He stood and reached for her hand. He helped her up.
“Hadassah, I don’t know anything about myself. It’s unfair to you.” He
flailed his arms. “I could be anything. I could even be a bad person
who—”
“No.” Hadassah cut him off sternly and put her hand on his chest. Her voice softened. “You could be anything but that.”
Ya’akov looked down and then back into her eyes. “How do you know that?”
She didn’t remove her hand from its position just over his heart. “Because of what’s in here. You may not know who you are, but I know what you are.”
“And what is that?”
“A gentle soul. Someone the King loves and has saved. That’s good enough for me.”
Ya’akov felt a blush coming on. He took her hand that was on his chest.
“That’s sweet of you, Hadassah. I’m not sure your father would say the
same.”
Hadassah smiled. “You’re probably right.”
Ya’akov looked at her and they both broke into laughter.
“Come on. Let me help you get your basket packed.”
They walked back across the stream holding hands. He didn’t want to
impose himself on her, but he definitely wanted to keep the possibility
there once he—if he—rediscovered himself.
He helped her get everything in the basket, and they walked back to the
house. He wanted to continue to hold her hand but didn’t want to rush
anything. There was something about being with her. He felt alive,
refreshed. For some reason, he didn’t care if he ever got his memory
back—as long as she was part of his new existence.
Title: Darkness in the Light
Author: Randy C. Dockens
Publisher: Carpenter’s Son Publishing
Publication Date: January 14, 2020
Pages: 272
Genre: Christian Fiction
After Princess Me’ira breaks protocol and falls in love with someone not vetted by prescribed law, heartache seems unpreventable for either herself or someone she loves.
Me’ira discovers the man for whom she has romantic feelings is tied to a prophecy that may put her father, the Prince who leads the world in worship of the King, in grave danger. Her father forbids her to marry the man of her dreams. Me'ira tries to circumvent the demand by devising a plan of her own to both protect her father as well as preserve her happiness. Yet, she finds her plan becomes harder to implement than she envisioned. Will it accomplish what she wants for both herself and her father, or will it just enhance the fulfillment of the prophecy she is trying so desperately to prevent? And can heartache be avoided, or will it consume them all?
Darkness in the Light, the third prequel to Mercy of the Iron Scepter, is the fourth book of a new biblical end times prophecy series entitled Stele Prophecy Pentalogy by futuristic fiction author Randy C Dockens. This is not your typical speculative fiction in a biblical end times novel as, above all, it is a love story. This unique speculative fiction story combines biblical end times events of prophetic worship under the leadership of one called the Prince with advances in science to produce a future home that is technologically advanced while at the same time yielding a romantic read unlike any other Christian romance story you may have read. This book links many story threads together for that special aha moment.
Darkness in the Light is available at Amazon.
Book Excerpt:
Excerpt from Chapter 7:
Jeremiah’s office door opened, and he stepped outside to ask everyone
in. This time, Elsbeth and Liam were in the office as well. Adelina
stood to one side.
Jeremiah gestured for Me’ira and Galen to have a seat. They found the
two empty chairs in front of the floor to ceiling bookcases. Me’ira felt
like this was an inquisition; everyone else took seats to face them.
Galen
had a worried look on his face. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead
and Me’ira felt his hands getting clammy. She patted his forearm to give
him assurance, as if to say she was on his side.
“Dad, what’s going on? Are we in trouble or something?”
“No, Me’ira. We just have some questions to clear up.”
Galen glanced from Me’ira to each of the others. “What type of questions? What did I do?”
Elsbeth responded. “Galen, I don’t know that you did anything, but . . . ”
“But what?”
Elsbeth crossed her legs, placing her hands on her knee. “Let me explain some things about the teleporter.”
Me’ira felt Galen’s hand start to tremble just a bit. She rubbed it to help him remain calm.
“The teleporter reads your genetic makeup as it dematerializes you and
then rematerializes you. It needs to do that to ensure the machine does
its job correctly on the other end. That gives a type of blueprint of
the person traveling through it. Now, the teleportation department does
several things with all of those data.”
“Aunt Elsbeth, surely you don’t use that information against people?” Me’ira asked.
Elsbeth shook her head. “Quite the contrary, I assure you. We compare
each blueprint over time to ensure there is no tissue or genetic
damage.” She smiled. “I can assure you, I have never seen a single case
where harm came to anyone using a teleporter.”
Me’ira heard a small sigh come from Galen. She whispered in his direction, “See, I told you.”
Elsbeth turned to face Galen directly. “Because you and Me’ira used the
teleporter several times today, we were able to verify your genetic
patterns and compare them to the only other time you had ever been in
the teleporter.”
Galen’s head jerked back slightly. He looked at Me’ira and back to
Elsbeth. “But . . . I’ve never used the teleporter before yesterday.”
Elsbeth smiled. “Yes, I know. But your mother did before you were born—likely before she even knew she was pregnant.”
“I guess that makes sense.” He shook his head. “But I don’t understand. What’s the issue?”
Elsbeth looked at Jeremiah and Adelina and then back to Galen. “Galen,
the genetic pattern produced by the fetus your mother carried . . . was
not you.”
Galen sat stonelike for several seconds. Me’ira couldn’t tell if he was even breathing.
“What?” he said in a hushed tone, shaking his head. “That’s . . . that’s
impossible. What are you implying? Are you trying to say I’m . . . I’m .
. . ” He choked up. His eyes began to tear. “So, what are you really saying?”
Me’ira interlocked her fingers in his and held tight.
Elsbeth continued. “Galen, I know this doesn’t make sense. We’re still
trying to understand it ourselves. But it seems the truth of the matter
is, you are not your parents’ biological son. As crazy as that sounds,
that is what the evidence suggests.”
Galen wiped his free hand down across his face in shock.
“Aunt Elsbeth, has this ever happened before?” Me’ira asked.
Elsbeth shook her head. “No. Never.”
Me’ira let go of Galen’s hand and quickly held it with her other; she
rubbed his back gently with her just-freed hand. She turned to face him
directly. “Do you have any siblings?”
Galen shook his head as his eyes glistened. “Me’ira, I’m an only child.”
He looked at Elsbeth. “My parents love me.” Galen sat up straighter and
wiped a few tears away. “They do,” he said, nodding as if to convince
himself.
Elsbeth put her hand on his knee. “Galen, we’re not implying they don’t.
I’m sure they do. But there is a mystery here that seems . . .
unexplainable at the moment.”
Liam walked over and knelt next to Galen. “Hey, buddy, do you mind staying with us a few more days?”
Galen looked up, puzzled.
“I have some friends looking for your mom and dad,” Liam said. “We want
to bring them here so we can get all of this straightened out. OK?
There’s probably some logical explanation, and if anyone can explain it,
it would be your mom and dad. Don’t you agree?”
Galen nodded slightly. “Yeah, I guess.” He began to fidget. “Uh, I
really need to get some air. I feel . . . kind of sick. Even worse than
the first teleporter ride.”
Me’ira rubbed his back. “Come on, Galen. I’ll take you out to the gardens.”
They stood. Adelina held out her hand. “Me’ira, here, let me take him.”
She looked at her dad, who nodded. “OK. I’ll be right out. OK, Galen?”
He nodded but didn’t really seem to comprehend. He and Adelina left the office.
Me’ira sat with a thud. Liam sat next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her back.
She looked at all three of them. “Can someone tell me what’s going on?”
She stood and paced the length of the office. “None of this is making
any sense.”
“Sis, it’s not making any sense to us either. We won’t know anything
until we find his parents. Maybe they can shed some light on this.”
“Me’ira, please sit, sweetie,” her dad said, speaking for the first time
in several minutes. “Your pacing is giving me motion sickness.”
She returned a weak smile knowing her dad was trying to add a little levity to the situation. She returned to sit next to Liam.
Her eyes were wet. “I just want everyone to like him,” she said softly.
“We do, sis. We do,” Liam said.
Elsbeth gave Me’ira a handkerchief. She wiped her eyes.
She leaned back, sighed, and looked at her father. “Are there any protocols for this?”
Title: Iron in the Scepter
Author: Randy C. Dockens
Publisher: Carpenter’s Son Publishing
Publication Date: April 12, 2020
Pages: 260
Genre: Christian Fiction
After Janet’s proposal for increasing teleporter efficiency to an
all-time high is rejected by the King, she sets in motion a plan of
revenge that has devastating consequences far greater than she ever
imagined.
A co-worker puts Janet on the path to a prophecy that supposedly states
the King will one day be deposed by a coming Overtaker who will bring
true freedom to everyone. She puts her efforts, and those of her family,
into the fulfillment of this prophecy. She marries a romantic who
cherishes her for who she is, not wishing to change her, but doesn’t
realize Janet also sees having children as a means to a greater end.
Will she allow her animosity for the King and her pride to put herself,
and her whole family, in harm’s way to fulfill her desire to see the
King deposed? Her coercive efforts propel her into the fulfillment of a
prophecy she could never have envisioned.
Iron in the Scepter, the fourth prequel to Mercy of the Iron Scepter, is the fifth and final book of a new biblical end times prophecy series entitled Stele Prophecy Pentalogy by futuristic fiction author Randy C Dockens. This is not your typical speculative fiction novel as it combines prophecy of biblical end times events with advances in science to describe a future home that is technologically advanced to produce a unique science fiction feel to this story. Plus, it provides a romantic read with a twist to the typical love story because pride gets in the way of true joy.
Iron in the Scepter is available at Amazon.
Book Excerpt:
Excerpt from Chapter 4:
“Administrator Billingsley sat right there in the chair you’re sitting
in and said not to get discouraged because my idea was rejected.”
“So, your boss talked to her without you being present to give a rebuttal?”
Janet shook her head.
“Your boss didn’t talk to her?”
“According to him.”
“So, the administrator received a message from the King through his Spirit, Ruach HaKadosh?”
Janet’s eyes narrowed. “Do you believe in that myth?”
Bruce raised an eyebrow. “According to Shepherd Morgan, it happens all the time. He says Scripture supports the idea.”
Have I gone too far?, Janet wondered. Well, there was only one way to find out. “Is that what you believe?” she asked.
Bruce shrugged. “I try not to get involved in debates. But . . . ” He let the sentence hang.
“But what?”
“Well, from how Shepherd Morgan explained it in one of his lessons some
time ago, it explains why Administrators have glorified bodies and
appear to glow somehow—because they died before the Refreshing and came
back with the King when he returned.”
Janet pointed. “There. Did you hear what you just said?”
Bruce shook his head slightly. “What? What did I say?”
“Death. I just don’t get that. Have you ever heard of anyone dying?”
Bruce shook his head. “Except—”
Janet waved a hand quickly. “Yes, yes, I know. Not since the
Refreshing.” She looked at Bruce with lips pursed. “And who controls all
those records explaining how death used to happen? The King and his
Administrators. That’s who.” Janet became even more emphatic. “We both
have relatives who are centuries old. How do we know the Refreshing,
where ‘all was made new,’ is an actual event, or one that was made up to
explain the King’s legitimacy?”
Bruce laughed. “I’m sorry, Janet. I see this topic gets you worked up.”
“Well, I choose to look at reality and use my senses. My senses tell me death is a myth.”
Bruce smiled. He pantomimed taking off a hat. “To each his own.”
That made Janet chuckle. “Sorry. I guess I get a little passionate
sometimes.” She pointed to the monitor. “So, what about my proposal?”
Bruce sat back. “Oh, I think you have a remarkable brain.” He smiled. “Among other things.”
Janet felt her cheeks warm once more. She smiled and placed a stray hair
behind her ear. “But . . . did I miss anything? In my proposal?”
“Well, I can understand why people wouldn’t want to go on a safari and
see people farming when they would see that at most places around the
world.”
Janet’s shoulders drooped. She had hoped Bruce would be more supportive.
“Yet there is one other variable that might need considering.”
Janet sat up. “Oh. What’s that?”
“Farm equipment.”
Janet froze for a second while trying to process the statement. She let
out a sigh, shaking her head. “Farm equipment. Why didn’t I think of
that? If I put farm equipment in my model, the soil can be repurposed
better without necessarily having to go elsewhere for a different crop.”
She stood and walked to the side of her desk. “I’m impressed.”
Bruce grinned and stood. “I said I was simple. Not a simpleton.”
She slapped his shoulder lightly and stood eye to eye with him. “I never implied that.”
Bruce smiled. “No. No, you didn’t.”
Their eyes locked. Janet remained motionless. Bruce wrapped his arms
around her as he leaned in for a kiss. Their lips touched and her body
went weak. His strong arms held her steady, however, and this caused her
to go even weaker. No man had ever affected her like this. After a few
seconds, their lips parted.
Bruce whispered. “Janet, I’ve known you only a short time, but I think I’m falling for you.”
“But how can we make this work?”
Bruce gave a small grin. “Teleporters make a lot of things possible.”
“Maybe.” Janet asked herself why she was so hesitant about this. What’s holding me back?
“Well, just think about it this week. Can I come back and see you next weekend?”
Janet nodded. “I’ll meet you in the hotel lobby. Say, for brunch around ten thirty?”
Bruce turned up an eyebrow. “I thought you were going back home.”
“Oh, I am. But this gives me another reason to come back to the city.”
Bruce laughed and shook his head. “You’re definitely a city girl.” He
suddenly stopped as though a realization had hit him, let his arms fall
to his side, and let his shoulders droop. “Oh, I see.”
“See what?”
“Why you hesitated. You can’t see a relationship developing.”
“I . . . uh . . . don’t know.” She turned and took a couple of steps
toward her desk and turned back, making circles on the desk with her
index finger. “I just don’t want to get my hopes up.”
Bruce walked back to Janet and took her hands in his. “You take your time and leave the rest to me.” He kissed her forehead.
She gave him a hug. This should be an easy decision. Why am I making it so hard? Maybe he’s right. Time. That’s what she needed.
“Just be cautious, Janet.”
“What do you mean?”
“Not everyone will accept negative comments about the King.” Bruce paused. “Some . . . some have been taken.”
“Taken?” She shook her head slightly. “I don’t understand.”
“Shepherd Morgan tells us that is part of the King’s iron scepter.
Rebellion will be dealt with swiftly. I’ve heard of some being called
rebellious and just disappearing. No one has seen them since.”
Janet’s eyes widened. “What? They were taken for just having a different opinion?”
“For various reasons, I’ve heard.” He paused. “Just be careful.”
Janet turned and paced. “That’s what makes me so upset with the King.
Why is he allowed to be the one who defines what anyone can do?”
Bruce grabbed her and stopped her from pacing. He rubbed her shoulders.
“Calm down, Janet. If I knew you would get so upset, I wouldn’t have
said anything. But I care about you and don’t want anything to happen to
you.”
Janet gave a weak smile. “I’m sorry. I guess I get a little too independent sometimes.”
He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. “I don’t mind a spirit of
independence.” He smiled. “Of course, not everyone is like me.”
He had a point there. Not many men she had met was anything like him.
“I have to leave, Janet. You think about us this week, and we’ll pick up where we left off next weekend. OK?”
She nodded. He kissed her on the cheek and walked from her office.
She sat at her desk and watched him leave. Uh-oh. She knew she was in trouble.
He wasn’t even at the elevator and she missed him already.
About the Author
After completing his bachelor’s degree in pharmacy from Auburn University he went on to graduate school at Auburn and completed his first doctorate degree in Pharmaceutics. He began his scientific career as a pharmacokinetic reviewer for the Food and Drug Administration and later joined a leading pharmaceutical company as a pharmacokineticist, which is a scientist who analyzes how the human body affects drugs after they have been administered (i.e, absorbed, distributed, metabolized, and excreted).
Through the years, he has worked on potential medicines within several disease areas, including cardiovascular, fibrosis, and immunoscience to seek and develop new and novel medicines in these therapy areas.
He has also had his attention on the academic study of the Bible. He earned a second doctorate in Biblical Prophecy from Louisiana Baptist University after receiving a master’s degree in Jewish Studies from the Internet Bible Institute under the tutelage of Dr. Robert Congdon.
Randy has recently retired from his pharmaceutical career and is spending even more time on his writing efforts. He has written several books that span dystopian (The Coded Message Trilogy), end-time prophecy (Stele Prophecy Pentalogy), science fiction (Erabon Prophecy Trilogy), and uniquely told Bible stories (The Adversary Chronicles). All his books, while fun to read, are futuristic, filled with science to give them an authentic feel, have a science fiction feel to them, and allows one to learn some aspect of Biblical truth one may not have thought about before. This is all done in a fast-paced action format that is both entertaining and provides a fun read for his readers.
He has also written some nonfiction books as well. One is to show how all humans are connected from God’s viewpoint by looking at biblical prophecy (Why is a Gentile World Tied to a Jewish Timeline?: The Question Everyone Should Ask). This book shows how all scripture is connected and inclusive of everyone. In addition, he and his editor have written two books about writing. The first is on writing techniques themselves and is entitled Mastering the ABCs of Excellent Writing: Creating Vivid and Colorful Stories that Readers Want to Read. This book not only addresses the techniques of writing, but what makes writing unique to each author. It conveys not only how to better hone one’s craft of writing but also the brand an author wants to portray. This helps an author make their writing unique as well as captivating for his/her audience. The second is a companion book to this one entitled Mastering the ABCs of Excellent Self-Editing: Framing Your Colorful Masterpiece to Keep Readers Engaged in Your Story. This is best used in conjunction with the first one. Yet, self-editing, though intricately connected to writing, is a distinct event. The better the quality of a writer’s draft manuscript when it is delivered to one’s editor, the higher the final quality of the manuscript will be for readers, and that is extremely important.
Dr Dockens is still not done. He has other creative ideas he is bringing forward as he is currently working on two new futuristic series. So, stay turned!
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